Have you seen my Puffin?
“Mr.Puffin!! Mr.Puffin?!.. Kæri herra.. I’ve lost him yet again.. Mr.Puffin!!” the smoky haired boy called out as he wondered about the park, the poor boy wasted a good few hours that he had been looking for the penguin-like bird, and he was getting very worried over the simple fact that he couldn’t find him by now.. This had happened before in the past, yet the bird would come back in an hour or so. It was longer than that, going on four hours, Emil let out a sigh while he placed his gloved hand over his brow, it being quite obvious that he was annoyed. The violet red eyed boy would stamper off near the park bench, and throw himself onto it with a plop. Hearing the wood creak, sounding like it wasn’t used in a long time, Emil looked around, perhaps he could find his feathered companion from here? Scanning the area to his abilities, alas he had no success in finding the Puffin. Grunting, the Icelandic being spat out a few of words in his native language, before leaning back on the bench, making it creak and cry even more. A few minuted would pass as he heard a faint “Piyo~ Piyo~” Raising his left eyebrow in suspicion, he let gravity do its job and let his head fall back a tad, and to much of his surprise. He saw, from his perspective an upside down blob of yellow with small wings and a tiny beak, hearing it repeat its chirp/noise he showed a faint smile, pushing himself up from his seat, Emil walked over to the other side of the bench and knelt down to the tiny feathered creature. “Have you seen my Mr.Puffin?” he’d ask the little bird, before he went to pick it up.. “and where is your owner?? If you have one?” Emil questioned, waiting for an owner or even someone to show up
